Books by Harry Taylor

Steeped in conspiracy, scandal and socialism - the disappearance of radical icon Victor Grayson is a puzzle that's never been solved. A firebrand and Labour politician who rose to prominence in the early twentieth century, Grayson was idolised by hundreds of thousands of Britons but despised by the establishment. After a tumultuous life, he walked out of his London apartment in September 1920 and was never seen again.After a century, new documents have come to light. Fragments of an unpublished autobiography, letters to his lovers (both men and women), leading political and literary figures including H.G. Wells and George Bernard Shaw, and testimonies from members of the Labour elite such as Clement Attlee have revealed the real Victor Grayson. New research has uncovered the true events leading up to his disappearance and suggests that he was actually blackmailed by his former Party.In a time when homosexuality was illegal, and socialism an international threat to capitalism, Grayson was a clear target for those wanting to stamp out dissent. This extraordinary biography reinstates to history a man who laid the foundations for a whole generation of militant socialists in Britain.

My Dad's sister Iris couldn't get it in her head that men loved football and that they could be so passionate about it. Oh, and woe betide any woman that said she liked football. Iris would glare with astounding bewilderment that defied description. I tried to explain, but it never worked. I gave up and just laughed. "Kicking a bag of wind" (all the non-believers use this term) was so alien to her. How do you explain that feeling, that allure, that attraction? It's almost like a love affair... There are so many reasons, I can't put my finger on just one. Perhaps I'll never know. Maybe it is a form of madness, like love. So come with us and explore the twisted minds of a family of Baggies fans for a witty look at the 'good & bad' the 'love or madness' of your average football fanatics.

If you are seeking adventures like sailing the seven seas, crossing deserts, or hiking in The Himalayas, well you won't get that far with me. But if you would like to visit The Black Country, have a few laughs along the way with a Black Country man born and bred, then you are most welcome. So, come join me while I share a few anecdotes, an assortment of stories with a selection of poems thrown in. (Oh, and I have a time machine). Don't worry I'll bring you safely back home again Harry Taylor